Holidays?

What's so good about holidays? First of all you have to decide when to take them and as soon as you do there are all sorts of events that you realise you will have to miss. Choosing is hard. At least when we were teaching holidays came around routinely and we all stopped. But once we got into other work there seemed never to be a good time to be away. You had to fit in with the program and needs of others and work like steam to get things done before you left, only to be confronted with a zillion things to do on your routine since no one else did it while you were away.
It's even worse if you run a small business on your own. How can you leave it when the orders keep piling in and that means money? You can hardly relax while you know the customers are waiting for you to come up with the goods. I well remember the year we suggested to our friends who ran the neighbourhood ServWel that if they took a couple of days off between Christmas and New Year and added that to the pubic holidays they could have a week off and we'd mind the shop. What fun that was!
So having carved out two weeks to be away then you have to decide where to go and where to stay and what clothes to take to cover all eventualities. And when  you get there where to eat or what to cook and where to find the supermarket and......
Then do you spend the days relaxing and reading or should you make sure you see all the sights? To tell you the truth sights are not my thing. Climbing up to see the view from Tomaree Head was all very well but more interesting were the people we encountered on the way - tourists young and old and others in lycra running up and down just for the heck of it. We chatted to quite a few and that was good. The one hour ferry trip included scenery and dolphins and pelicans, but the return trip involved chatting to a couple about their experience as teachers and comparing notes. Which do you think I enjoyed most?
So after a  week it seems I've nearly had  about enough especially when there are doubts about the wellbeing of the cat even though she has presented a rat nicely dissected in the back room. How do people stay away for weeks on end? I want to be with my own things, in my own bed and with my own cat, er people.
Can I go home now?